there i was standing on the bridge thinking of all the what ifs. what about. what if i jump? what i succeed? what if i dont? what about my grampy? what about my cats? will anyone stop? will i hear sirens any minute? and then i felt it. this hand on my shoulder. i turned around dazed and confused. there was this girl standing there. “are you ok” she asked me. “im fine. just looking at the water” i tried to tell her. but i couldnt. i started crying instead. i hugged her and said thank you. she asked what was wrong and i told her. i told her that life was just getting too much. and that i had been abused in every way possible since i was born. then she told me a bit about her story. it was at this point my husband finally located me. she was on her was home from work. after talking for a bit her and i walked off the bridge together to where my husband had brought our truck to the other side to wait for me. we exchanged numbers and she waited until i was in the truck until she left me. i messaged her later and now we are going out for supper on monday. i cant wait to get to know more about the angel that saved my life tonight.
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A woman interrupted my farewell bid. I talked to her that very night some, then again a few days later, and we still check in every now and then, like several times a month. Have been doing these check ins for over 6 years. Without her…
🙂 Thank you, for reading this. I was helped too in my life, perhaps far more than you although I’ve never met in person someone who would really prevent me to do such a thing and be so kind to me.
Anyway, as for your going to the mental hospital I have a suggestion for you. Time ago, when I also had mental problems, I did something courageous and unusual. I knew deep inside that I am overwhelmed with “unconscious contents” as some psychiatrists call them or “delusions” as most of the other psychiatrists label, I knew that they might overwhelm me fully and I might loose all my lucidity.
So, I went to the mental hospital on my own(Mental hospital are grotesque in my Slavic country from Eastern Europe, I won’t describe here but it’s enough to say that you are the one who does yourself the shower, the same toilet for men and women, etc).
I stopped in the front of the mental hospital in the autumn and rainy day and I smoked a cygar.
Then I head back home. That was it. The end of the story. As day passed, I gradually recovered my minds.
So, don’t let anyone say to you that you are insane! It’s the worst thing and it’s also forbidden in the Bible.
You should also buy yourself healthy products and also supplements and minerals like the best calcium and magnesium you can find. Also, stay away from drugs. Smoke only cygars if you want.
“you are not the one who does the shower *(there are others who do this, even if you are a man for example, you can be “showered” by a old fat woman”.
And in the communist times, it was much worse…
I repeat this because when I was in such a place, years ago, and when that old fat person prepared the shower and grabbed my body, I thought I was going to have a heart attack…
Fortunately it didn’t happen and no, I didn’t get a shower that day…
Leave me alone. You’ve been really annoying me.